Whenever ‘form’ is nowadays demanded, in society and in conversation, in literary expression, in traffic between states, what is involuntarily understood by it is a pleasing appearance, the antithesis of the true concept of form as shape necessitated by content, which has nothing to do with ‘pleasing’ or ‘displeasing’ precisely because it is necessary and not arbitrary.
I tell you: one must have chaos in one, to give birth to a dancing star….alas! The time is coming when man will give birth to no more stars. alas! The time of the most contemptible man is coming, the man who can no longer despise himself. behold! i shall show you the Last Man. ‘what is love? what is creation? what is longing? what is a star?’ thus asks the Last Man and blinks….’we have discovered Happiness,’ say the Last Men and blink.
Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
It might be a basic characteristic of existence that
those who would know it completely would perish,
in which case the strength of a spirit should be
measured according to how much of the “truth”
one could still barely endure.
Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil